Hi lovely ladies, I hope this finds you in good spirits.
I had debulking surgery on the 21st and came home on the 25th morning feeling really rather wonderful. The op was a huge success and my incision scar has to be seen to be believed ... It is almost invisible, all stitches were done internally. The surgeon was an artist, bless him. He also showed me pretty pics of my lovely sorted out insides. Oh the joy of seeing one's large bowel knows no bounds. Sharing pics is common here. In Thailand and Singapore I was presented with my uterus, appendix, boob lumps etc when they were removed! (They were binned!)
I was hugely lucky ... Up and walking less than 18 hours after surgery minus pee catheter, IV pain killers stopped on day 3 when other assorted drains were removed. The only drawback was being asked, in bell-like tones, if I had passed wind and opened my bowels. In our family, farting is blamed on the dog or a gecko and discussing the content of toilet trips is not a popular topic of conversation.
My op was done in Dubai ... Fabulous hospital, marvellous medics but isn't there always a Nurse Ratchett? On night 2, the Dubai version told me to go for a walk around the hospital at 10.30 at night, on my own, to encourage wind to pass. Being somewhat tired and wobbly, I didn't, but the dreadful creature repeated the suggestion 6 hours later at 4.30 when the trapped wind was still firmly within. I suggested she might like to read my notes and off I went, just moi and my IV drip, with the hand grenade drain thingies tucked in to my knickers.
To say she went in to panic mode after reading my notes would be putting it mildly. 'I didn't know you have cancer / had chemo/ had major surgery, I am sorry, please don't report me.' I didn't report her but certainly had a strong word about her appalling attitude, behaviour and refusing to answer the call bell. Bizarrely she insisted it was working and I should not have got out to bed to find her, and then she back pedaled when I asked why, if the bell was working, didn't she answer it. She was one of those nasty, nasty women who give a bad name to the nursing profession. Fortunately she didn't come back for the remainder of the time I was in hospital.
The histology results are in on Wednesday. I am so blessed to have received superb medical care, the love, prayers and support of my amazing family and friends, a PMA (God speed Louise Wesson) and a sense of humor to help me get to where I am today. I know there will be down times ahead but I feel I will get through them as I have weathered the sometimes ghastly days of the past 6 months. These blessings are what I wish for all of you who are battling to kick this cancer in to touch. Take care. Xxx